But Ye Lin knew nothing of any of this. Ever since he had slashed out that sword strike, he had fallen unconscious, unaware of everything that happened afterward.
Before losing consciousness, Ye Lin had seen vast swathes of golden light crash into his body. Then there was no then.
"Are you still going to continue?"
At this moment, Dongfang Xiyue held Ye Lin as she looked coldly at the stowaways opposite her. Lu Cang was already dead. She refused to believe these stowaways would remain so stubbornly obsessed.
If the battle continued, they would be the only ones to lose out.
Hearing this, the stowaways exchanged glances. When they had come, Lu Cang had led the way, and they had been brimming with confidence. But now, Lu Cang was gone.
"Let's go. We'll return and make plans. We hold an overwhelming advantage on the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield. Even if these four step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, it will be of no use."
"Four Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators who have only just broken through do not have the ability to turn the tide of battle."
"That's right. Let's go. These people are no easy prey either; they won't be so easily dealt with."
"Retreat."
For a time, all the stowaways withdrew one after another.
They were all prodigies. Now that Lu Cang was gone, they naturally had their own considerations.
These prodigies of the present world were clearly no easy prey either. If they continued fighting, who knew whether the next one to die would be themselves?
"They've all retreated. Hah... No casualties this time, right?"
Watching the stowaways retreat one after another, the prodigies of the present world heaved a sigh of relief. No matter how monstrous their talents were, their opponents were clearly